But I hate the whole waiting part. And I hate how the foods are all very expensive. I hate that the toilet became disgusting. I hate how we're brushing shoulders with matreps, minahreps and the ahbengs and ahlians. Oh and I hate when one matrep was drinking and dancing to out songs while we were roving. That nevermind, but he decided to take out his whistle and blow it. And of course if not for his wonferful saliva?/alcohol drink? that sprayed through the whistle and landed on my face. fucker.
I'm still tired out. In conclusion, I'd like to believe I'm not made for this party-ing scene. although once in a while wouldn't hurt.
